Ahhh...the water. We sat at the water's edge and enjoyed the view, while the kids explored.
Get a look at this table! Stone posts also line the top edge of the damn on either side of the road. Some campsites had stone fireplaces with cooking grills. Several of the camp areas have old concrete pads with a raised edge...we thought old cabin foundations. No, they once would be filled with water in the winter for ice skating!
This is the...,you guessed it, the potty hole. I kept thinking Civil War-era jail and left the door open just in case.
I neglected to take a photo of the fully assembled campsite, so please conjure your own imagine. It will be better than the real thing. Friday night, Bart's cousins, Rick and Susie, and Jim and Jenni joined us for storytelling around the campfire. Jared, Rick and Susie's son, helped our boys fish and make s'mores. We were all shocked to learn that what seemed like a half an hour had stretched to nearly midnight.
Super Hero flying.
Saturday afternoon was the family reunion and Sunday was exploring and boating...more on that later.
This sun-soaked guy, like the rest of us, was sad to leave the lake but ready to be home.